Poem 24, June 24
When all emotions
When all emotions surge thru me,
keeping me awake in a lonely room,
I close my eyes to find you.
I listen for your voice
until I hear it,
as the first whip-poor-will
My life no longer drains away
like Old Seventy Creek flowing downhill,
& my sleepless, closed eyes are able
to write words on eyelids, poet
that I am by want, need, by choice.
I have a bottle of Amaretto for you,
its taste a little bitter & there is one bloom
in a blue vase. Slowly,
I open my eyes to avoid apologizing
to you for plucking a bearded daylily.